Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Chapter 777

The spring water at the source of Liuli River is more than twice as big as yesterday.

The chain slowly moved, and the stream was widened and now became a small river.

Going down along the source, the river became wider and wider.

Riverside:

Chu Qing was full of joy.

Last night, the wind and snow swept, and he was busy all night, and finally finished all the sacrifices.

[Dahe Fa 98 - Promotion Condition - Three Days of Meditation! ]

After several sacrifices, Dahe Fa was improved, and Chu Qing's strength increased again.

The new promotion condition is meditation.

And Chu Qing felt that the riverside was good, so he came here to meditate.

Three days of meditation, very simple.

"If it goes on like this, it won't be long before Dahe Fa is completed!"

"By then... what should I do next?"

According to his idea:

The mountain and water path must control the mountains and waters.

At least one mountain and one water.

At first:

He planned to imitate Dajin and reflect the mountains in his bones.

However, during this period, after he had a deeper understanding of the Dahe Method and the Shanshui Dao, he had a new idea.

But this idea was still a little vague.

He felt that he still lacked foundation and opportunity.

"No wonder they say that this new realm cannot be named!"

"It seems that there is no unified way of practice."

"I don't know if a unified practice system will be born after this dispute over the Daotong."

Trample! Trample! Trample!

In the distance, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

Chu Qing looked over.

Seeing the people coming, he was quite puzzled.

Because a person who had no murderous intentions came with hundreds of worshippers and two new realm warriors.

The old man in the lead had kind eyes.

The two new realms, a man and a woman, looked like a couple.

Behind them were eighteen masked men.

These people had empty eyes.

Similar to the many dead gods, but not gods.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the hundreds of gods behind him.

A bunch of cannon fodder.

Even if they were once the pride of heaven, now, in Chu Qing's eyes, they were no different from abnormalities.

The murderous intent in the sky made Feng Xue three points colder.

Chu Qing no longer paid attention.

Because he was by the Liuli River.

Here, he could sense the power of the Liuli River more clearly.

He even had a feeling:

If he punched, he could intercept a section of the real Liuli River to bless himself and suppress the enemy.

He became stronger.

Naturally ignore the enemy.

The old man raised his hand.

A group of people stopped.

The next second, the old man walked to Chu Qing alone and said with a smile: "Chu Qing, I am the only old prime minister who knows Shuiyue Dao... Yue Manlou!"

Chu Qing nodded and stared at the river in a daze: "So, you want to kill me?"

"Come on, do it!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Prime Minister Yue Manlou smiled and said: "No, I can't kill you!"

Chu Qing: "Huh?"

Yue Manlou: "After you killed Miao Yushi, I wanted to join you!"

"But, because of your kindness, I have some concerns!"

"But , now gone!"

While speaking, he pointed to the couple behind him and said: "They are masters from a country called Qianji!"

"They practice the Dao Bing Dao!"

"The strength is average."

"Behind them is a group of worshippers, a group of cannon fodder and running dogs."

Chu Qing: "So...?"

Yue Man Lou suddenly burst into a murderous intent and soared into the air:

"So, I kill them as a token of my loyalty!"

Chu Qing: "Ah!"

The next moment:

A bright moon appeared behind Yue Man Lou.

The bright moon shines on the earth, and small mirrors, or moons, rise from the earth.

Thousands of moons shine on the earth.

The moonlight flows, as gentle as water.

Some worshippers are sucked into the moon, some have their heads gnawed by the moon, and some suddenly melt.

Finally, a well appears, swallowing the broken and frantically recovering bodies of the worshippers.

At the same time:

The two men and women who were not Taoist were terrified and furious:

"Old man, you dare to betray the Only Society?"

"Kill!"

Eighteen Taoist soldiers roared inhumanly, and they actually pieced together to form a twisted giant and rushed towards Yue Manlou.

The old prime minister Yue Manlou held the bright moon behind him and chanted something.

The next second:

He threw the bright moon.

The bright moon fell and crushed over.

The bright moon rolled, and no matter what kind of god worshiper or twisted giant Taoist soldier, they were all gone.

The bright moon rolled a few times, shrank, and flew back behind the old prime minister.

The old prime minister fell from the air and laughed:

"Chu Qing, how about my Yue Manlou's methods?"

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"Report... Young Master, something bad is going to happen!"

The cold palace of the imperial palace, the headquarters of the Only Society:

Young Master Tian hummed a tune while embroidering.

During this time, he andThe ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a good chat, so he was going to have a set of brocade clothes embroidered on him.

Moreover:

In the morning, the old prime minister was also optimized to make room for the young people.

Many temples of the only meeting were also arranged for new people to replace.

Everything was in order.

It seemed the same as yesterday.

Well... just one old prime minister was missing.

At this time:

Hearing this voice, his face changed slightly: "What's going on?"

"The old prime minister brought back the head?"

The messenger shook his head frantically.

Tian Gongzi smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "So, he is dead?"

The messenger shook his head faster.

The new censor coughed and asked: "So, what happened?"

"It's not a good thing. The old prime minister was bewitched by Chu Qing and killed our people!"

Silence!

The huge palace was as silent as death.

The messenger felt that the atmosphere was not very harmonious, so he quietly retreated.

Puff!

A silver needle streaked across the sky and pierced his head.

"The footsteps are too loud!"

"Damn it!"

A man in black quietly dragged the body away.

The hall was quiet.

Young Master Tian embroidered with a blood-stained golden needle.

As he embroidered, he became upset and threw away the embroidery:

"The old man used to be a soldier at the border, working like a cow and a horse!"

"I felt sorry for him, so I asked him to follow me and gave him a high position!"

"Let him be a third minister!"

"Uh... Although our team is a little sloppy, it is still a third minister!"

"His ancestors have struggled all their lives. Without my support, can he be a third minister?"

"I gave him secrets and resources!"

"Let him be in a high position!"

"I treated him so well, and he betrayed me?"

"Everyone, is he hateful?"

As he spoke, he looked at Sima Fengchang and other old ministers.

Sima Fengchang's forehead was sweating, and he said quickly:

"Sir, the culprit is Chu Qing!"

"The old prime minister must have been bewitched by Chu Qing."

"So..."

Tian Gongzi sneered.

The new censor suddenly said: "That old guy must be afraid of Chu Qing, so he killed people as a token of his loyalty!"

"Sir, does he have any family?"

Young Master Tian: "Hmm?"

The new censor sneered: "Kill his family, kill his nine clans, and warn the members of the organization!"

Young Master Tian shook his head: "Which old guy is born in the mud!"

"All his family members are gone!"

The new censor smiled: "But, we can always find his family!"

"The organization also needs the heads of his family members to stabilize people's hearts!"

Young Master Tian sighed: "Then, you find some family members for him, and let his family members go to the underworld to explore the way first."

"Yes!"

Young Master Tian was depressed:

"This old guy can die in battle or escape!"

"But, he didn't choose anything, but surrendered to Chu Qing?"

"Why?"

Sima Fengchang and others lowered their heads, sweating profusely, and kept silent.